And to the faithful Death the Gate of Life;Taught this by his example whom I nowAcknowledge my Redeemer ever blest.To whom thus also th' Angel last repli'd:This having learnt, thou hast attaind the summeOf wisdom; hope no higher, though all the StarrsThou knewst by name, and all th' ethereal Powers,
[1470]
All secrets of the deep, all Natures works,Or works of God in Heav'n, Air, Earth, or Sea,And all the riches of this World enjoydst,And all the rule, one Empire; onely addDeeds to thy knowledge answerable, add Faith,Add Vertue, Patience, Temperance, add Love,By name to come call'd Charitie, the soulOf all the rest: then wilt thou not be loathTo leave this Paradise, but shalt possessA Paradise within thee, happier farr.
[1480]
Let us descend now therefore from this topOf Speculation; for the hour preciseExacts our parting hence; and see the Guards,By mee encampt on yonder Hill, expectThir motion, at whose Front a flaming Sword,In signal of remove, waves fiercely round;We may no longer stay: go, waken Eve;Her also I with gentle Dreams have calm'dPortending good, and all her spirits compos'dTo meek submission: thou at season fit
[1490]
Let her with thee partake what thou hast heard,Chiefly what may concern her Faith to know,The great deliverance by her Seed to come(For by the Womans Seed) on all Mankind.That ye may live, which will be many dayes,Both in one Faith unanimous though sad,With cause for evils past, yet much more cheer'dWith meditation on the happie end.He ended, and they both descend the Hill;Descended, Adam to the Bowre where Eve
[1500]
Lay sleeping ran before, but found her wak't;And thus with words not sad she him receav'd.Whence thou returnst, & whither wentst, I know;For God is also in sleep, and Dreams advise,Which he hath sent propitious, some great goodPresaging, since with sorrow and hearts distressWearied I fell asleep: but now lead on;In mee is no delay; with thee to goe,Is to stay here; without thee here to stay,Is to go hence unwilling; thou to mee
[1510]
Art all things under Heav'n, all places thou,Who for my wilful crime art banisht hence.This further consolation yet secureI carry hence; though all by mee is lost,Such favour I unworthie am voutsaft,By mee the Promis'd Seed shall all restore.So spake our Mother Eve, and Adam heardWell pleas'd, but answer'd not; for now too nighTh' Archangel stood, and from the other HillTo thir fixt Station, all in bright array
[1520]
The Cherubim descended; on the groundGliding meteorous, as Ev'ning MistRis'n from a River o're the marish glides,And gathers ground fast at the Labourers heel